// Diez
A Poem by Connor Wolfe
Souls age in thousand-fold nights, wandering across internal landscapes to desert’s edge. At the corner of a crossroad, a blue tail flicks, the lizard slides through dust around the wall, and disappears in the cracked door, cadmium yellow. Landscapes converge—coyotes howl and fade, the rattlesnake shakes, recoiling in the heat. Milky Way rivers carve through the sandy scape. Daylight drowns as stars emerge to teach the cure that lies in the slow, quiet silence. I had a vision there—in the land of thick heat and shifting, sheer shapes. Rocks stacked higgledy-piggledy by tired gods, evaporated under midday sun. They walked off down trails erased, whispers fading into wind that carries all things. It was there, star-crossed, my path joined with hers, a dark-eyed Delila seeking my soul. Trickster, temptress, bride, I follow her pull— through trees, unto the silhouetted horizon, knowing the way reveals itself, step by step, like water bends, moving around the stone.
//Diez
» Joshua Tree, CA